Is being torn up again
To be carefully rewritten
But not carefully enough apparently
The dog who cried wolf
The perfectionist of distress
Let me take the world
From this angle let me
Make your mind the aperture
And your heart the little click
Speaks the camera of the moon
The print I leave behind is you
But still you pull on me
And blame me for the tides
You ride when I am full
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